EXO-VATICANA
(Pt 11)
Petrus Romanus, PROJECT LUCIFER, and the Vatican's astonishing exo-theological plan for the arrival of an alien savior.
You only think you know what's coming...
Posted: February 05, 2013
8:00 am Eastern
Petrus Romanus, PROJECT LUCIFER, and the Vatican's astonishing exo-theological plan for the arrival of an alien savior.
You only think you know what's coming...
Posted: February 05, 2013
8:00 am Eastern
PART
11: Christians,
UFOs...
|
and Alien AbductionBy Tom Horn & Cris Putnam |
In
the mid 1970s, Tom
Horn and his wife,
Nita, were crossing
the Scholes Mountain
on their way to Aloha,
Oregon, to visit with
Nita’s mother, when
suddenly, a brightly
colored object moved
erratically across the
sky and caught their
attention.
At first, Tom thought
it was a reflection on
the windshield, the
sun, or something
creating light echoes
on the glass. Then, as
he watched, he
realized he was seeing
a solid,
three-dimensional
form. The thing was
silvery, very bright,
and circular, as best
he could tell. It must
have been at an
altitude over fifteen
thousand feet, and it
was doing things known
aircraft cannot
do—shooting around
at a phenomenal rate
of speed, abruptly
stopping, rocketing
this way, then that,
with hard-angle turns.
He looked at Nita and
pointed.
“Do
you see that? What is
that?”
It
was the middle of the
day, and she had seen
it, too. Whatever they
were watching, it was
bright enough that
they had no problem
keeping it in view
until they could stop
the car. They got out
and observed the
phenomenon for another
thirty seconds to a
minute before it shot
miles across the sky
and stopped on a dime,
then abruptly zoomed
upward out of sight at
an incredible rate of
speed.
“What
in the world did we
just see?” Tom
asked. Like him, Nita
didn’t have a clue.
Spooky space effect in
broad daylight? Top
secret experiment?
Angel? Demon? No idea.
As
they got back in the
car and continued on
their way, they
decided not to say
anything to anybody.
“They’d
think we were
hallucinating,” they
decided.
But
the next morning, they
were amazed to see
Salem, Oregon’s top
newspaper, The
Statesman Journal,
featuring a front-page
article about how
hundreds of people
from across Washington
and Oregon had seen a
“UFO” the day
before.
As
it turns out, Tom and
Nita are not the only
Christians to have
seen an Unidentified
Flying Object. What
follows are the
testimonies of three
other well-known and
respected Bible
teachers. We begin
with the executive
director of the
popular Christian
television program Prophecy
in the News. Gary
Stearman’s story is
additionally important
due to his family’s
background in
aircraft, plus
Gary’s personal
experience as an
experienced pilot of
many air hours. (The
Stearman family’s
Model 75 “Kaydet”
was so popular during
World War II that it
was made the primary
trainer aircraft for
the US military. In
1934, Boeing purchased
Stearman Aircraft and
turned it into a
subsidiary, and in
1989, Lloyd Stearman,
the family member who
started the Stearman
Aircraft Corporation
in 1927, was inducted
into the National
Aviation Hall of Fame
in Dayton, Ohio.)
Gary
gave us permission to
publish his story just
as he told it in 2011.
Gary
Stearman: The Story I
Never Told…Until Now
The
following is a story
that I’ve never
publicly related.
Except for a handful
of people I’ve told
over the last four
decades, it has been
my secret.
Nevertheless, it is a
true story that played
a large role in the
development of my
thinking. Ultimately,
it caused me to come
to a deep belief in
the absolute veracity
of Scripture. As I
relate the experience,
I’m delivering a
personal testimony,
accompanied by a deep
desire to sound a
warning and to issue a
challenge to
Christians everywhere.
As
a Bible-believing
Christian, I hold to
the conviction that
the Tribulation period
lies in our near
future. According to
prophecy, this time
will be heralded by
the release of dark
spiritual forces,
posing as saviors of
planet Earth. Soon,
the restraining effect
of God’s Spirit will
be lifted from this
planet and hell,
itself, will be
released to torment
mankind.
When
the Age of the Church
comes to an end, these
forces will convince
many that they are
presenting the
super-scientific
solution to man’s
problems. Instead,
they will enthrall a
gullible mankind into
bondage and spiritual
deceit. “Aliens from
outer space,” is
their camouflage in
our present age.
Their
current message to
mankind is, “Let us
help you overcome your
warlike, polluting
ways, and build a
bridge to future
peace.” That message
is the oldest lie on
earth, spawned by
their chief
scientist/sociologist,
Satan. As long as we
remain here,
Christians must
endeavor to expose
these dark spirits for
what they really are.
Now
to the Story.
As
part of an
aviation-oriented
family, I was
literally raised
around airplanes from
my earliest childhood.
I was an airport brat
when my father managed
an airport. I
determined to get my
pilot’s license at
the earliest possible
date…which I did as
a teenager. I’m
telling you this just
to illustrate that
flying has always been
a big part of my life.
Stearman
Aviation was known for
having produced
aircraft from the late
1920s through the
1940s, ending with the
famous Model 75 Kaydet,
which was the basic
trainer for most of
the pilots in World
War Two. Over 8,500 of
them were built, of
which about 3,500
remain to this day. My
father, uncles and
cousins all felt the
push toward flying and
aeronautical
engineering. So did I,
until in the midst of
my college years, I
discovered that I was
more interested in
writing than
engineering.
After
graduation, with
degrees in English and
Psychology, as well as
minors in descriptive
linguistics, radio and
television writing and
literary analysis, I
went to work, first
for Beech Aircraft
Corporation in
commercial
publications, then for
Cessna Aircraft
Corporation in the
Merchandising and
Marketing division. At
both enterprises, my
job was to write
corporate publications
and sales materials.
One
of my tasks was to
supply Cessna dealers
across the United
States with
point-of-sale
materials, such as
brochures, product
information, banners,
posters, and films.
This would include
everything the local
aircraft dealer would
need to make a sale.
After producing these
products, we would
personally deliver
them by air in time
for company
representatives to put
on sales meetings that
introduced the new
models.
It
was midsummer in the
late 1960s in Wichita,
Kansas, and I prepared
to take off from the
delivery center
airfield at Cessna
Aircraft to make such
a routine trip. On a
Saturday afternoon,
several of us in the
Merchandising Division
had spent time loading
about a thousand
pounds of displays
into a brand-new
Cessna 207 (rigged for
cargo) preparatory to
delivering it to a
Texas dealer.
The
next day—Sunday
morning—I departed
for my first stop,
Love Field in Dallas,
Texas, about 330 miles
south. The trip took a
normal and uneventful
two hours. I arrived
at the Cessna
dealership late in the
morning, where the
dealer and I unloaded
about half the
materials I had
brought for the
meetings. We discussed
his upcoming meeting
over lunch. Then, a
little after noon, I
departed Love Field
and headed west toward
Lubbock, Texas, where
I was to meet another
Cessna dealer and
unload the other half
of the supplies for
him. This leg of my
flight, I thought,
would be as ordinary
as the first.
Climbing
to a cruise altitude
of 6,500 feet, and
leveling off, I
relaxed, expecting a
300-mile trip of about
an hour and forty-five
minutes. Routinely
monitoring my nav-com
and right on schedule,
I was (as always)
enjoying my flight.
The air was smooth and
cool. Then, without
warning, a low-voltage
warning flashed on my
instrument panel!
My
first reaction was
simple annoyance: This
had started as a
perfect flight, but
now I had to manage a
failure. I was
somewhat disgusted;
this was after all, a
brand-new airplane. I
noted that the
electrical system
voltage was steadily
dropping and after
trying every
alternative and
discovering that there
was no cure, I took
one last reading on my
heading and position,
then shut down the
entire electrical
system. On an
airplane, you can do
that, because the
engine has its own
separate ignition
system.
I
believed that by doing
this, I could save
battery power till I
got to Lubbock, then
turn it back on in
time to call the tower
and make my landing.
Again, I settled down,
expecting the
remaining hour to be
uneventful. How wrong
I was!
At
this point, I would
remind you that all
electrical power was
shut down, including
of course, the radios.
Yet, at that moment, I
heard a crisp, clear
voice that sounded
just like a tour
guide. It said, “If
you look to your left,
you’ll see a UFO.”
My instant reaction
was: “Now, that’s
the stupidest thing
I’ve ever heard.
I’m not gonna look
to my left!”
And
I didn’t. Facing
forward, I set my jaw
and determined to
continue as before.
But
then it hit me:
Although the radios
were off, I had heard
a clear voice. It was
then that I decided
for sure I was not
going to look to my
left!
Then,
for the second time,
loudly and clearly,
the voice said (and I
really couldn’t tell
where it was coming
from), “If you look
to your left, you’ll
see a UFO.” Its
intonation sounded
just like a tour
guide, and I laughed
out loud. Then,
curiosity finally got
the best of me and I
couldn’t stop myself
from looking to my
left.
And
there, slightly below
my altitude, and a
mile or two away, was
a bright light. I
watched it for a good
while. It was matching
my speed and
direction. As we
continued for a few
minutes, it appeared
to be slowly drawing
closer to me. It
occurred to me that if
we were both homing in
on Lubbock radio, we
would be on converging
courses. I then
decided that this
thing that I thought
was a “UFO” was
really an Air Force
airplane (a Cessna
T-41), which I knew
they were using for
basic training at
Lubbock. This was no
UFO after all…it was
a silver-winged T-41,
gleaming in the
sunlight. Mystery
solved!
We
flew on together for a
few minutes more,
still on merging
courses, drawing ever
closer to each other.
It looked like we’d
get to Lubbock at
about the same time.
Then, something
startling happened. We
both flew under a
high, solid cloud deck
that was a few
thousand feet above
us. Now, at virtually
the same moment, we
had both flown into
shadow. But amazingly,
the light that came
from this mystery
aircraft was as bright
as it had been in the
sun. It was generating
its own light! It was
brilliant! Suddenly, I
believed the voice
I’d heard fifteen
minutes ago. It was a
UFO!
Now,
the moment I had this
thought, the bright
ship reacted by flying
quickly sideways
toward me, covering
about a mile in less
than two seconds! What
had earlier registered
in my mind as a T-41
was now a circular
aluminum craft…at
least it looked like
polished aluminum! It
was about a hundred
feet in diameter and
maybe fifteen feet
thick. It was shaped
like an upside-down
Reese’s Peanut
Butter Cup…even to
the detail of being
corrugated around the
outside, though its
corrugations weren’t
as deep as those on
the traditional peanut
butter cup. As it
approached, I had seen
its top because it was
a little below me. It
had a gleaming center
spot and bright radial
lines that went like
pie slices to its
edge.
Its
corrugations were
spaced about three
feet apart. And here
it was, flying with me
in close formation
about seventy-five
feet off my left wing.
Then, as unbelievable
as it may sound, I
felt something like
waves of energy coming
off this thing. I felt
like I was being
“probed” or
“scanned”…that
it literally knew what
I was thinking! And I
wasn’t at all
bothered by this.
Quite the opposite, I
felt an elation I’ve
never experienced,
either before or
since.
I
felt as though
something terrifically
good and beneficial
was happening to me,
something on the order
of a rescue. Remember,
I had entered into
this situation with an
electrical emergency.
I
was magnetically drawn
to this beautiful
machine…if one can
call it a machine. For
several minutes, we
flew along together.
But as I looked, I
wanted to get closer
to it, to see how it
was built. So I nudged
the controls, causing
my plane to slip
stealthily closer to
this thing…seventy
feet…sixty-five
feet…sixty
feet…and I felt a
magnificent connection
with the giant
ship…as though it
was concerned about my
condition. I perceived
it as a gracious
benefactor, though at
the moment, I didn’t
connect its actions
with my electrical
failure.
Fifty-five
feet…fifty feet…
As I slowly drew
closer and closer, I
was looking for clues
as to how it was
built. Did it have
rivets or seams? I
could see none. It
looked like one solid
piece of material.
Forty-five feet…and
then I felt this thing
alarmed by my
intentions. It
didn’t want me to
get too close.
In
an instant, and with
blinding speed, it
zoomed back to its
original position,
about a mile off my
left wingtip. It
astonished me by
banking to the right
in order to turn
left…exactly the
opposite of the way an
airplane flies. Now,
in the distance, it
still gleamed with a
luminous silver light,
and once again, flew
along with me as we
both headed for
Lubbock, which was now
less than twenty miles
away! It seemed that
we had covered what
should have been an
hour’s flight in
about ten minutes!
And
here, the time had
arrived to see whether
my earlier strategy
had worked. I
reactivated the
electrical system, and
yes, there was enough
battery power left to
call Lubbock tower,
and to deploy the
flaps for a landing,
all of which turned
out to be routine.
Rolling southward, I
slowed and departed
the runway in a left
turn and taxied up to
the Cessna dealership.
And
through my windshield,
looking back toward
the east, about ten
miles away, was the
ship, still hovering
in the distance,
absolutely still.
After shutdown, I
walked into the
dealership in
something of a daze,
where I met the dealer
and mumbled something
about having seen a
UFO on my way.
There
was nothing subtle
about his reply: “I
don’t believe in
those things!” I
quietly resolved that
I would never mention
this to anyone else.
Furthermore, he was
angry: “You were
supposed to be here
earlier! What
happened?” I told
him about the
electrical failure and
it somewhat calmed him
down. It didn’t
occur to me until
years later that I had
left Dallas just after
noon on a trip that
should have taken less
than two hours. Now,
it was after six
o’clock…perhaps
closer to seven. This
man had waited on me
all afternoon…on a
Sunday! But he was
sympathetic after he
heard about my
emergency.
Another
thing didn’t
register with me until
years later: I had
refueled in Dallas,
giving me enough fuel
for four or five hours
of flying time at the
very most. I had
landed over six hours
later, and still had
half my fuel left! But
I just didn’t think
about it; it didn’t
cross my mind that
there was anything
strange about this.
I
had intended to fly
back to Wichita that
evening after dropping
off the rest of the
load. But now, the
airplane was in the
shop with electrical
problems, and I was
forced to stay
overnight.
The
next morning…bright
and early…the dealer
picked me up and we
headed for the airport
to see what they had
found wrong with my
aircraft. Needless to
say, I was quite
anxious to fix the
problem and head back
home to Wichita and
the factory. The shop
foreman approached us
as we entered. He was
in an excited state as
he almost shouted,
“You ain’t gonna
believe what we
found!”
And
he proceeded to show
us the brand new
V-belt that had fallen
off the alternator
drive and ended up in
the bottom of the
cowling. There was not
a mark on it. It was
factory new. And the
pulleys from which it
had escaped were still
tensioned and safety
wired. It was
impossible for the
belt to have fallen
off in this way. Five
men, including an FAA
inspector, stood
around marveling at
the sight. At the very
least, the belt should
have been scarred.
Most likely it would
have broken. But it
was pristine, and
what’s more, they
had to loosen the
fittings to replace
it. It couldn’t have
fallen off the engine.
Of
course, my mind was
racing in a different
direction: What had
really happened? Why
had the flying disc
come alongside me at a
critical moment? Had
“they” actually
caused that critical
moment? Of course, I
didn’t utter a word
about a UFO to any of
those present on that
Monday morning. I
would have been
laughed out of the
hangar!
And
so, after
re-installing the
drive belt,
test-running the
engine and discovering
a healthy system
voltage, it was
pronounced airworthy.
I took off and headed
for Wichita.
A
little over two hours
later, I landed, went
back to the office and
essentially kept my
mouth closed…to this
day. Over the last 42
years, I’ve told
maybe four or five
people about the
incident…more or
less swearing them to
secrecy in the
process.
I
have many questions.
Was the UFO good or
evil? Was it from
outer space or inner
space; perhaps another
dimension? Was it
angelic or demonic?
Did it cause the
failure of my
electrical system, or
did something else
cause the calamity,
and the UFO came to my
aid? One thing is
certain: I felt that
the UFO had good
intentions; contact
with it had been both
exhilarating and
positive. I was
disappointed when it
stayed behind as I
went on to land.
I
must tell you that at
that time, I had not
yet given my life to
Christ. And I was more
aware than most people
of the entire UFO
phenomenon. This
encounter, of course,
had brought me to an
entirely new level of
perception. It opened
my mind to the
absolute reality of
beings who have what
appears to be a
technology that’s
eons ahead of ours.
Here,
it is important to
mention that from my
early childhood years,
I had heard
adults—family and
close
relatives—discuss
the reality of UFOs.
They were all totally
convinced of their
reality. In fact, two
of my closest
relatives were
affiliated with the
development of
military aircraft, and
later, with the
establishment of our
Intercontinental
Ballistic Missile
system. One of them,
charged with
developing protective
systems that prevented
false alarms, once
casually mentioned
that his major problem
had been alarms
tripped by passing
UFOs. Another had seen
a government-issued
16-millimeter film of
a crashed UFO, which
had been presented to
them as a craft from
outer space.
I,
myself, had been
employed in the
building of test
equipment for a wind
tunnel, where I worked
with two military
officers who both had
close encounters with
UFOs.
From
many sources, I had
learned of the
military’s intense
preoccupation with
what they termed
“extraterrestrial
technology.” It was
rumored that from the
1948 Roswell crash and
the years immediately
following it, much
technical knowledge
was obtained by
“trade agreements”
with the little aliens
and their overlords.
Since that time, a
veritable flood of
books and articles
have documented
exactly that.
As
the narrative goes,
government leaders
agreed to let these
“spacemen” operate
within our atmosphere,
in return for
scientific and
industrial advances.
Many researchers have
related that the
transistor, developed
by Bell Labs in the
1950s, was said to
have come from such a
deal, that it began as
“UFO technology.”
I hardly need remind
you how radically our
society has been
changed by the
introduction of
solid-state
electronics.
Not
long after the
personal encounter
described above, I
married the woman to
whom I remain married
to this day. She had
been raised a
Christian; I was not
to become one until
about a couple of
years later. I began
to read the Bible
voraciously. It was
the first book I’d
ever found that
explained the
mysterious things that
happen on this planet,
as having to do with
God, Creation and
Redemption.
Because
of my own encounter, I
sought biblical
answers that could
explain what I had
seen. I learned of
God’s angels in
their chariots of fire
that flew in the
realms just beyond the
reach of man’s
vision.
And
I learned of the,
“…principalities
and powers in heavenly
places…” mentioned
by Paul in Ephesians
3:10. They are good as
well as evil: The dark
forces answer to their
master, Satan, called
in Ephesians 2:2,
“…the prince of
the power of the
air.”
Like
Job, I can say, “For
I know that my
redeemer liveth, and
that he shall stand at
the latter day upon
the earth” (Job
19:25). Without a
shadow of a doubt,
Jesus is my Lord and
Savior.
In
my own personal case,
however, many
questions remain. I
continue to believe
that I was rescued; I
would like to believe
that the beautiful
ship that came
alongside me was on a
mission to save me
from a possible crash.
But
I don’t exclude the
possibility that the
ship was demonic,
representing a mission
far beyond my ability
to understand. I just
can’t say. I do
know, however, that
the Spirit of the Lord
spoke clearly to me in
the period that
followed.
Afterward,
I came, not only to
saving faith in
Christ, but to a
consciousness that we
are living in the last
days, said by our Lord
to resemble the days
when fallen angels
began to traffic among
men. For eons, there
has been a heavenly
battle raging. Good
and evil angels defend
territories and causes
that are far beyond
our perception.
Occasionally, they
penetrate the
dimensional barriers
and for a moment, we
see them.
The
reality of these
beings is beyond
question to me. And
since I am safe in
Christ, I never worry
that they might harm
me. In the Spirit of
the Lord, we are on
the winning side of
the battle.
Coming
up next:
Hints
at what Horn has never
told the world
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